Spring rain conveyed under the trees in drops.
MATSUO BASHOWhen composing a verse let there not be a hair’s breath separating your mind from what you write; composition of a poem must be done in an instant, like a woodcutter felling a huge tree or a swordsman leaping at a dangerous enemy.
More Matsuo Basho Quotes
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Come, butterfly It’s late- We’ve miles to go together.
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Every moment of life is the last, every poem is a death poem.
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Awakened at midnight by the sound of the water jar cracking from the ice.
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From the pine tree, learn of the pine tree; And from the bamboo, of the bamboo.
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A weathered skeleton in windy fields of memory, piercing like a knife.
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I hope to have gathered To repay your kindness The willow leaves Scattered in the garden.
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Go to the object. Leave your subjective preoccupation with yourself. Do not impose yourself on the object. Become one with the object. Plunge deep enough into the object to see something like a hidden glimmering there.
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Spring rain leaking through the roof dripping from the wasps’ nest.
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Why so scrawny, cat? Starving for fat fish or mice… Or backyard love?
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Poverty’s child – he starts to grind the rice, and gazes at the moon.
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From all these trees, in the salads, the soup, everywhere, cherry blossoms fall.
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Calm and serene The sound of a cicada Penetrates the rock.
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On a bare branch a crow is perched – autumn evening.
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When your consciousness has become ripe in true zazen-pure like clear water, like a serene mountain lake, not moved by any wind-then anything may serve as a medium for realization.
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Old pond, leap-splash – a frog.
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